Sandra O'Connell
  • Touch me

    I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet.

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  • Voluntourism exposes Guatemala’s soul

    My first impression of Guatemala was one that made my eyes leak. The glassy ripple of a lake shimmered across my pupils as I witnessed a surprise homecoming at Guatemala City airport.

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  • Short Story: Lust

    Lust was unpredictable. Her lust had its big bang somewhere between 1992 and 1994. She didn’t know its name at the time. Only that it was hungry.

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  • Short Story: When the breeze comes

    Last November, I entered the Canada Writes Short Story competition. My entry didn't make the long list, but I thought I'd share it here.

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Diner en Blanc

Vancouver Sun: Succumb to something special

By On August 30, 2015

Originally published at The Vancouver Sun blog on August 27, 2015. There are naysayers, grumblers, bellyachers, troublemakers who swirl up a tornado of discontent at any and all opportunity. Whether it’s under… Read More

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Vancouver Sun: Floating past fear

By On August 23, 2015

Originally published on the Vancouver Sun blog on August 21, 2015. I played mermaid last week. Mermaid, sea otter, driftwood. I wasn’t in the ocean – no depths below, no horizon ahead,… Read More


A summer grievance

By On August 13, 2015

I am wet. I am not coming on to you. This is not sexting. No dirty talk. It’s this summer heat. It’s unpleasant. Terrible. Awful. Uncomfortable. Sticky. I feel displaced. I can’t… Read More

Deighton Cup - Two for the Bar

Vancouver Sun: Deighton Cup amuses all the senses

By On July 29, 2015

Originally published on the Vancouver Sun blog, July 27, 2015. People are their truest selves when at the crest of a rollercoaster as the wind hits the back of the throat; that… Read More


A life in boxes

By On July 13, 2015

I have been coming home to the same Shanghai Alley walls for ten years. The roommates have rotated, but the apartment has stayed the same – almost the same. Ceiling cracks stretch… Read More


Kissing Italy

By On July 2, 2015

I’d like to introduce you to my lover. He’s foreign. His language is thick and rich. I wade through his sweet swamp of words, feeling them stick to my skin like chocolate… Read More